play cards with Ray Charles, cheat for a grand Once I deal out the deck take a peak at his hand He got blackjacks but still losing is weak I write a
to the hood from the 206 She brought some new tricks, flippin' them squirrels in the pearls And turnin' out the neighborhood loose girls And I seen that
Ave But now look at her, she got this game on lock Anything that she ever wanted, now she got it And I gotta say, I'm so proud to see That someone like
smiling like everythin cool But I know people that died in that pool I know people that died in them schools Now what is the survivor to do? Got
room Call ? and tell him, to kiss my ass, I put that ? to his head and tell him to have a glass You mean I'm talking keys like Ray Charles Rack 'em up
of hotness Don't drop it Materials of value in those boxes Don't box me I'm Sugar Ray Leonard to them boxers Watch me not watch them I'm like clockwork Charles got
many guys may come to you With a line that isn't true an' you pass them by But it doesn't mean a thing 'Cause Grand Puba got that game So won'tcha let
slim thug, I'm a fat mack I don't give a f***, I'll push ya hat back Still sellin' dubs, n***, that's fact You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
got hoes wit accents and I don't mean Hyundai's My hands touched more bricks than Quamay's Ice'll blind you for real dog, believe me Only feel comfortable around Ray
James Back in the day they used to say Play that song, get it going and the band played And still today you hear us say Play that song all night long
got hurt At a fender bender - I call her, send her She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
A WHOLE LOT OF QUESTION'S THAT REALLY NEED ANSWERS LIKE WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT YOUR RHYME STYLE WAS HOT YOU KNOW WHEN BIGGIE DIED WHO BUST THAT
hit 'em from the back I got them mami's saying dammit man When I put it in they mouth I got them mami's saying, duh-huh-huh-muhh Put that up dammit
got hurt at a fender bender - I call her, send her She'll flip ya, so them craze up in ya She know you like it on your belly, got them gays up in ya
You better get your camera out flip the moving ural That don't carry one gun, I do that shit in plural Yo Preem them niggaz think that I was a fake now
the lab Let off, and send her to the weed spot in the cab And I don't hate all music, I just hate y'alls And I hear you when you whisper, got the ear of Ray Charles
run for the fence, click clack on all you rats I shoot blindly like I'm Ray Charles with loaded gats (Shit) The fact is, I'm one of them crazy half-black